Got whole game on Run Up
Four-men gang, they want out, ay
Two-men gang can’t pull up, ay
One-man gang can’t come out, ay
4x
Swear i cannot be touched bro
Negus they tried they died slow
All of this sauce on my clothes
Looking like Al Pacino
But i got the dope like Pablo and this flow gon flood the streets, yow
Isn’t it weird their mouths foam
But they never do blow like fiends’ nose
I brought a fleet of lions and they taking the game like white folks
Are you still making claims you the guy bro?
I got the keys to Zion
I got the people I’d die for
Frequently tell em Te Amo
I see the whole game be prepping up but my gun never jam with the the ammo
All of my killers be stepping up cause
Loyalty burrows to our core
Dressed in Balenciaga
Shipping designer products
Got the whole game all f#cked up
Walk to the bank all strut up
Smell like a jungle, eyes shut
You’d swear that we come from Wakanda
We ju’ be causing ruckus
I got my negus all chewing on fungus
Seeing so many colors like a Sho Madjozi drip got harder
I got that come up hunger, whoah
Counting my blunders, nada, ay
I will not settle for under, ay
I will not settle for under, ay
Words that i utter are mantras
All of this sh#t is beyond us and them is been tryna block us
But i come bearing horrors (Horus) like Isis when i blow you will know that i did it for all us
It don’t matter the price is
b#tches who’ll suffer the wallop are the ones who been had the locks all tightened
But whatever i still
Got whole game on Run Up
Four-men gang, they want out, ay
Two-men gang can’t pull up, ay
One-man gang can’t come out, ay
4x
Yall don’t waves so make way for someone who actually do, yeah?
I was too great since eleventh grade till my hair is grey and i go stupid
Two-faced fake friends tryna stick a knife in my back, twisting while they push it
Im not new to pain i go bring it b#tch I’ll merrily bang your head till this noose fits
Negus like to act a nuisance ill bang ya girl’s coochie in my Gucci flips
I am
Definitely not the new him, yeah
Im his upgrade
Im like “f#ck The world” in my true being /
My five men crew b#tch is too litty
I go skrr skrr in your b#tch’s DM spilling all my kinky feelings
Can’t deny the greatness when you not the only one that could see it
Rap like i got all my screws missing
Ex is texting i just blue tick it
Jealous when the visions fruition
Back to back i kept the bullets hitting
Stack the Mack and point it at the billboards, c#ck it like p#ss# and then i just shoot through it
Never stop until my life is like a movie
Cameras follow all my bloody movements and the videos is always full of women
Book of bookings say we booked to fullest
No rapper does it how we do it
Me and mans we dating back to when the pockets ragged
Packed up on the bed and floor, a total mess, we managed though
Had alotta dreaming and the women treat us like we broke and stupid
Got whole game on Run Up
Four-men gang, they want out, ay
Two-men gang can’t pull up, ay
One-man gang can’t come out, ay
4x
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